Chapter 21 What did you two do while I was unconscious?

[Machine body repaired 92%, currently powering on]

[Power-on successful]

As Li Nai's consciousness gradually returned, she eagerly touched her tightly closed eyes. She had been feeling something touching them. She needed to make sure her eyes hadn't been "taken away."

Through the slightly convex, spherical curve of the eyelid, soft eyelashes gently brushed against my fingertip, and a speck of eye discharge appeared at the corner of my eye. The other eye had one too—wow! Quite a few.

No caregiver was assigned to clean my face? After all, I'm the savior of the hostess of the shelter.

Pull away the dried eye discharge that was covering the slits of my eyes.

Soft light seeped in.

After adjusting for a while, I opened my eyes and saw a large square ceiling.

The instrument in my ear beeped.

I turned my head and suddenly felt dizzy.

The dizziness subsided, and I squinted to see rows of medical equipment of varying heights, none of which I could identify.

Several colorful lines hung long from her arms, her chest, and the sides of her head.

I unplugged the wires from my arm and sat up in bed.

A few meters away was a wall with a dark-tinted glass window hanging horizontally. The smooth, reflective surface of the glass was like a mirror, and she saw a piece of cloth slip down her chest, revealing her breasts.

He quickly grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around his chest.

She crossed her arms and looked around the room.

It looks familiar.

It's laid out a bit like a laboratory in a zombie movie.

Unplug the electrical wires from his chest and head.

Move on the bed, touch the ground with both feet, and stand up straight.

After all that, I felt no discomfort at all.

Looking down at my chest, the pinkish skin the size of a bottle cap was clearly different from the rest of my skin; it was newly grown flesh.

She turned her head to look behind her, and her buttocks were sticking out high. They were completely smooth, nothing at all. Her gaze moved down to her calves, and there was the same.

As expected of a system, it has such a powerful repair capability.

I've struck gold!

She happily wiggled her hips.

A breeze suddenly swept over my legs, leaving a hollow feeling.

I squeezed my legs together a little awkwardly.

I walked to the low stool against the wall and changed into a cotton and linen short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts.

She slipped on her flip-flops, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

After taking a stroll through Merck's uniquely chaotic office space.

Leaning against the table, I picked up a small bag of snacks.

"Strange? Where did Merck go?"

Tear open the snack bag and stuff it full into your mouth in one bite.

I opened a few more bags and ate until my mouth was dry.

Looking around the table and the surroundings, I couldn't see a drop of water, let alone a water bucket.

So dedicated, he doesn't even drink water.

Sorry, the store function has not yet been fully fixed.

There's no other way, let's keep looking.

She searched everywhere.

They found a door that wasn't closed tightly, with a faint light shining through the crack.

Pushing open the door, the inside was dimly lit.

As soon as you step inside, the motion sensor light turns on.

A narrow inner corridor, only one meter wide. Passing through the corridor, one enters a spacious laboratory with several glass tanks over two meters tall, filled with zombies. Green liquid gurgles and bubbles with the zombies' movements.

She leaned closer to look, and a female zombie happened to raise her face.

Isn't that the dancer?

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the glass tank next to me and saw a fit and sexy man.

Huh? A narcissistic male dancer.

She searched the other glass tanks and found the last member of the bullying trio.

Their faces were contorted in grotesque expressions, and their bodies were covered in dark purple lividity.

She immediately envisioned the cause and effect.

Of all people to mess with, you had to pick on Qi Shuihan. You're just unlucky.

He frowned, glanced at them one last time, turned around, and walked into a room that looked like an office.

The room was dark, with the only light coming from the huge computer screen to dispel the darkness.

computer?

Curious, she leaned forward and sat down on the chair.

Move the mouse to switch the screen to the main page.

The screen recording paused for most of the time.

On the left side of the screen recording, there is a vertical column of folders. The filenames are all incomprehensible English letters and numbers, with only the suffixes appearing as pinyin.

Linai, Li Nai.

When spelled out, it forms her name.

The mouse cursor flickers; click the pause triangle.

The screen recording was angled directly at the hospital bed, showing her entire appearance while lying there.

In the video, her eyes are closed, she looks miserable, and there is a faint red stain on her chest.

The room was filled with the beeping sounds of medical equipment.

A beam of vertical light swept across the screen, and a woman walked out from the right edge of the screen.

Missy moved a chair over and sat down beside the hospital bed.

She could only see Missy's profile; her dark golden-brown wavy hair was loose, completely obscuring her face.

Time ticked by, and after the woman came in, she did nothing more than move a chair.

The time in the upper left corner shows 11:25 PM.

She was bored, so she right-clicked and found fast-forward.

The time jumps to 11:45.

In the video, Missy is animated.

Stop fast-forwarding.

Missy raised her left hand and slowly reached it above her eyes, seemingly hesitant, before covering her eyes the next second.

He gently brushed his fingers across his eyes, then withdrew them, stood up, and left his seat, disappearing completely from the edge of the screen.

Case solved! The thing that's been bothering my eyes is Misico!

A strange woman. She stared at Misico, whose image was frozen in the screen, with a puzzled look.

He sat there without saying a word the whole time, and then just touched her eyes at the end and that was it?

I glanced at the video time and compared it to the actual time in the bottom right corner of my computer screen. There was a five-day difference between the recorded and actual time.

As you drag the progress bar with the mouse, you see Merck's figure moving in and out of the screen.

Slide your mouse over the folder on the left, following the date and time.

Open the screen recording for the second day.

Fast forward time.

Around midnight, Missyco's figure sat on the edge of the bed again.

Just like yesterday, I sat and watched her remain unconscious the entire time. I reached out and touched her eyes again. I left shortly after. The rest of the show was about Merck; I skipped it.

I found the screen recording from the third day.

This time, Missy didn't touch her eyes.

She got up, but didn't leave.

She paused for a few seconds, then bent down, her long, slightly wavy, glossy hair slowly cascading down her back—a simple gesture of bowing her head.

Suddenly, the screen skipped frames noticeably. Missy inexplicably stood up, then turned and left.

Watch the short clips over and over again.

A few seconds of footage are indeed missing; it seems someone deliberately cut it out.

The anomaly piqued her curiosity.

Quickly review the screen recordings from the next few days.

Day 5, 1:15 AM last night.

There's a shadowy figure on the right edge of the image. Someone is standing in a dark corner.

A few minutes later, the person appeared.

She is a young woman.

Her high ponytail and white hair were eye-catching.

She suddenly leaned closer to the screen.

It looks familiar, very familiar.

The girl with white hair and a high ponytail in the picture has her hands in her pockets and slowly approaches the hospital bed.

The high ponytail made her already excellent skull look even more perfect, with a high, sloping jawline, a straight nose as if drawn with a ruler, and a nose tip like a sword blade.

Yes, it was definitely her, the hooded girl from the military camp.

His sharp, defined profile, coupled with his snow-white hair and an overwhelming sense of coldness, made him stand out.

Such a young girl, I never imagined she could be so vicious. She actually threw a three-year-old child from the second floor. If she hadn't arrived in time after her transformation, the host would have been torn apart by hundreds of zombie mouths.

Through the computer screen, she glared hatefully at the girl.

The girl stood for a while, then moved.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and moved it above her face on the hospital bed.

The hand landed on the eyes, and the movements were stiff as it carefully stroked them. Five minutes passed, and the curious hand had touched almost the entire face.

One or two at a time? Are my eyes that strange? No wonder my eye discharge is so thick; they must have gotten infected because they didn't wash their hands.

She couldn't help but wipe the corner of her eye, which was inexplicably itchy, with her sleeve.

She lowered her arm and saw a scene that almost made her scream.

The young woman's face was close to hers.

Mwah!

My brain automatically imagined a sound.

Was she kissed by someone while she was unconscious?

What does that mean?! It's pure opportunism.

"You're here!"

Behind him, Merck shouted in surprise.

She turned around, unaware of the strange heat in Merck's eyes, pointed at the girl in the screen recording, and angrily questioned him with a strong voice.

Why is she in the hospital room?!

Merck turned to the computer screen, the fervor in his eyes fading, and answered calmly, "Oh, her? I can't stop her, and I can't prevent her from doing anything about it."

"Why couldn't you stop him? The whole lab is yours."

"That's because they have strong connections."

"Who is she related to?"

“Misik.”

What's their relationship?

Merck didn't want to continue the boring conversation, so he excitedly moved closer, looking her up and down as if he had seen the ninth wonder of the world. He kept muttering in English and even took out his tablet to look at her while swiping the screen.

"Hey, what's your relationship?"

Seeing that the other person was completely absorbed in their own world, Li Nai had no choice but to help herself.

Sorry, it's currently under repair. It should be usable again in two days.

A quick glance at the repair progress bar: 92.8%.

That was a really powerful shot; it almost crashed the system.

Thinking of Qi Shuihan, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Merck took her back to her ward for further examination.

She was so bored lying there and couldn't go out, so she decided to switch hosts to go outside for some fresh air.

It felt as if my soul was being sucked into the bottle opening.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that I was holding a doll in my hand.

Looking around, she was sitting on her pink bed, while Xiao Bo was kicked aside.

To the right is a luxurious bed, with a dark purple silk quilt laid out neatly.

Judging from the furnishings, this is Aunt Hong's bedroom.

She climbed over the railing and off the bed, her chubby little legs dangling in the air, before finally landing on the thick carpet.

He struggled to put on the small shoes.

As I got up, I heard people talking outside the door.

She tiptoed and peered through the door.

Aunt Hong sat with her back to her in a chair, a cigarette between her fingers, the smoke rising slowly. Standing opposite her was Qi Shuihan, who was happily rubbing her nails.

"Still in the mood to scrub your nails?" Aunt Hong sneered.

Qi Shuihan remained calm and composed, holding the glittering pink tweezers high above Aunt Hong's head, flicking them twice, and then scattering the powder from her fingernails at Aunt Hong's avant-garde short hair.

His fox-like eyes narrowed, and he smiled happily.

Aunt Hong's back looked angry, but she didn't do anything else.

A dancer once said that Aunt Hong's methods of disciplining people were very ruthless, and even the most popular and outstanding veteran employees dared not show the slightest bit of pride in front of her.

But even the most ruthless can't compare to the professional assassin Qi Shuihan?

Did Aunt Hong know Qi Shuihan's true identity?

"You had so many chances to kill her, why did you always show her mercy?" Aunt Hong said, suppressing her anger. "Have you fallen in love with her?"

The last sentence was almost a sneer.

"Which one? Your Jinghua? Hmm~ not my type." Qi Shuihan stretched out her slender fingers, observing the shape of her nails.

It seemed that Qi Shuihan's nonchalant attitude infuriated her even more, and Aunt Hong's voice became shrill.

"Don't forget your mission here: to cooperate with me and take this opportunity to eliminate Misik!"

Huh? Aunt Hong wants to deal with Missyco! Why?

She pressed herself tightly against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation, afraid of missing any important information.

"I know." Cuo Tiao shook her head at Aunt Hong. "Don't shout so loudly."

Wow, such a beautiful face, why does it look so irritating?

Sure enough, Aunt Hong's back view swelled up with anger once again.

Aunt Hong snorted coldly: "If you don't cooperate and complete the mission properly, they will definitely not let you off the hook. Given your repeated failures, even if you succeed, you will be severely punished when you get back."

Qi Shuihan glanced at Aunt Hong, smiled lightly without moving, but her eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

"Thank you for reminding me, ma'am."

Qi Shuihan deliberately emphasized the words "auntie" and was about to leave.

"When you make your move, be careful not to hurt your future boss. If you accidentally kill her, you'll definitely not survive."

Qi Shuihan turned his face to the side, his expression serious.

"She's here?"

"Hmph, a regular here. He's helped Missy a lot over the years."

After Qi Shuihan left, the room was very quiet.

Aunt Hong sat alone at the table, smoking continuously. She propped her head up and turned her body to the side, just enough to reveal the photo in her hand.

I don't know what kind of photo it was, but Aunt Hong was so engrossed in looking at it that she even shed a few tears.

Is Aunt Hong crying? Why is she crying?

She clung to the doorframe, trying to see the photo clearly by standing on tiptoe.

As a result, she lost her balance, fell forward into the door, and got her little hand caught.

"hiss!"

"Mimi?"

Aunt Hong asked tentatively.

She walked straight out the door, clutching her little hands and crying her heart out.

"My hands hurt, I need Auntie to warm them up."

Aunt Hong hugged her and held her little hands to look at them.

She turned to look at the photos on the table.

The photo shows a young woman who is fresh-faced and energetic; her beauty is enough to make her a second-tier female celebrity in the entertainment industry.

“Pretty sister,” she asked, pointing deliberately at the photo. “I want you to hold Mimi.”

Aunt Hong looked up in surprise, then smiled with a gentle yet sorrowful expression.

"My sister has gone to heaven and can't come down to hug Mimi."

Huh? Someone died? What was her relationship with Aunt Hong? Were they mother and daughter?